Poetry

So tired

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Of pretending just not to hurt your feelings.

Why must I smile so that you can keep playing the victim?

When do I get to be the real me?

Maybe one day, but lately, I’m tired of dealing with your crap, and I want to be free again.

Oh well, I guess I’ll stay tired until I lose my identity altogether and become someone trying to fit in all the time.

Then who will I be and will you even know the real me than?

Because I’ll tell you losing who I am will be my most significant loss, and yours too.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.